Retailer note: despite what the boxcover declares, this is a
video, not a film.

This European production will fare better with those who
long for the faded grandeur of the Hapsburgs than it wil
lwith American audiences, who will probably scratch their
heads, not their clits or cocks.

When director Damiano sticks to sex scenes, he's competent,
even inspired, but when he strays from shots of pulsating,
engorged genitals, it's like entering a time warp back to
pre-Godard '50s France, montage sequences and all.